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"So what's this all about Tom? Beating me wasn't working so you thought you'd try your hand at hospitality?". Harry couldn't keep the anger from his voice.
When Voldemort didn't answer, just continued to stare at him, Harry tried not to react. If Voldemort wanted to play games with him, he might as well play along and see where it got him. The red eyes were hard on him but Harry simply "Hmm"'d and took another sip of his tea.
"You are jumpy" It was a statement and Harry ran a finger around the rim of his cup. Voldemort's eyes followed this closely. "Not that I can blame you. With friends like those Weasley's you can't feel very safe. Much of a house I'd call that either. It crumpled rather easily you see". Harry's finger stopped tracing the cup rim.
He looked up trying to mask the fear and anger in his voice and knowing it wasn't working. "What do you mean? If you've hurt them!" Harry hissed.
"You'll what Harry?" There was no venom in Voldemort's reply. He was completely composed. He wanted something out him and he wanted it enough to resort to threatening Harry's loved ones. Harry was no fool. He knew he was entering the danger zone. He knew he needed to stay just as relaxed as Voldemort and try not irritate him if he wanted to get any information out him. The undeniable need to hear that the Weasley's were safe was enough to do this.
Voldemort stood up then and placed his cup on the mantle piece. "Of course, as I expected the ministry turned up, but I made sure I left with a little token".
Harry's heart thumped. That didn't sound good and the honey tone of Voldemort's voice scared him beyond anything. Harry sat quite still despite the want to take Voldemort by the forearms and shake him.
"She is a rather fiery young lady isn't she?".
"Ginny!" Harry winced at the terror in his own voice and Voldemort turned to him smirking.
Composure be damned Harry stood up dropping his tea on the carpet. Voldemort frowned at this.
"So help me if you've put one hand on her I'll take that prophecy to the grave with me".
Voldemort's face lost all it's humor. He stared in a mix of disappointment and cold anger.
"Emotion, it is perhaps your biggest weakness boy. Calm yourself, I have not harmed her, at least not yet anyway".
Harry didn't care, he stepped up to Voldemort fists clenched at is sides. Voldemort's eyes filled his amusement at this. Harry's body shook as spoke through gritted teeth. "I want to see her".
"Are you calling me a lier Harry?" his eyes glowed red and the chill that spread down Harry's spine cooled his anger. Mentally slapping himself he rememered to thread carefully. He might not even have Ginny.
"Don't get me wrong Tom, I'm sure the Dark Lord Voldemort is as truth worthy as the next person, but I don't count on Greybeck. I'll only trust what I can see, no promises".
Voldemort blinked in surprised. He seemed to consider Harry for a moment before his grin returned.
"You interest me Harry. So bold and chivalrous aren't you? Normally I would say those are traits that would get you killed, but combined with that flattering tougne of yours I think you could manage to seduce any situation".
Harry gave him a mock severe look. "As 'flattering' as that is, I still want to see Ginny".
Voldemort nodded. "Very well. I will have her sent down," Harry's heart fell. Voldemort couldn't send down what he didn't have. "..but you must humble me first, the prophecy".
Harry sighed heavily. "I already told you, you are not getting it Tom".
Voldemort bent down to Harry's level and stared into his eyes coldly. "There is a fine line between smart and clever Harry. You forget, I could just torture her insane".
Harry swallowed nosily. Being this close up to Voldemorts face was frightening. "You do that and you know you will never stand a chance of getting it". Harry took a step back from him.
Voldemort stood up and laughed without humor. "I'll send her to you then, along with Greybeck". Harry's throat closed instantly."You keep him away from her, you hear?".
Voldemort turned and left the cell. "I will give some time to reconsider". His spider like hand wrapped on the bars and he closed the cell door which automatically locked. "The real question is, are you willing to let her die to protect it? Her life is in your hands Harry". He said with relish.
Harry roared in anger. He picked up Voldemort's cup sent it flying at him. The cup broke on the bars and cold thin spray of tea splashed over Voldemort's black cloak, who stared at the mess unphased.
He shook his head at Harry "That was rash. I confess myself disappointed Harry. I thought you smarter than to resort to childish fits" he flicked his wand and the cloak was clean once again. He waved it a second time and the cell returned to it's original form.
He ignored Harry's glare and left him alone in the dark cell, more frightened than he'd ever been.
Harry sat for a long time on the spring mattress, hands wrapped around his knees hugged up to his cheek. He rocked himself softly while staring glazed at the shadows in the corner. The fear seemed to creep further and further into him. Would Voldemort really let Greybeck kill Ginny? Yes, he wouldn't give it a second thought if it wasn't for Harry's threats. Harry knew he'd have to try better next time to have his emotions under control if he was to help Ginny.
The sound of the dungeon doors echoed in the corridor and filtered into the cell. Harry listened and soon heard a girl scream. Immediately he was off the bed and mashed himself against the cell bars to get a look.
Ginny was being chased down the corridor by Greybeck, Voldemort was following them at a brisk pace. Harry felt panic swell in him and he almost cried out as the bars flew open. He knew he'd done it. As Ginny backed away from Greybeck, Harry reached out, grasped a handful of her robes and pulled her into the cell. Harry grabbed the bars and slammed them back into place just as Greybeck came crashing into them. He snarled at Harry who dashed back nervously from the furious werewolf.
"Harry!" Ginny ran to him and wrapped around him. Harry smothered her in his arms and looked at her tear tracked face.
"Oh Harry, what happened to you?" she sobbed and Harry felt his heart shatter. He ran a finger across her eyes draining the tears from them. Harry sensed Voldemort's presence at the cell door then and he pulled Ginny behind him.
Ginny whimpered clutching his shredded robes tightly, tearing them a bit more. Voldemort was examining the bars half-heartidly. "Interesting. Have you always used been able wandless magic Harry?".
Harry nodded and Voldemort nodded. Greybeck growled at his side.
"Open the door my Lord, let me have her". He snarled.
"I don't think so. You'll go through me first Lassy!" Harry spat, his instincts to protect Ginny seemed to be overriding his fear of Greybeck. Voldemort was masking a grin at that one. He looked at Harry then and his face turned solemn. "Have you changed your mind Harry?". He asked
Harry shook his head, feeling Ginny shake behind him.
Voldemort nodded. "Very well Greybeck". He raised his wand and the clang of metal rang out as the cell opened. Harry turned and pushed Ginny back hard as Greybeck leaped for her, he tackled Harry instead. One swipe of his paw like hands sent Harry flying across the room back into the bars, where he crumpled against them. Ginny cried out and Harry looked up dazed. Greybeck swiped and slashed her arm. He knocked her back to the ground, his massive form towered over her and he lifted a foot to stomp on her head.
Harry was up the second he'd hurt her arm. He leaped onto the werewolf's back and locked his arms around Greybeck's neck.
Greybeck roared and thrashed wildly. He bucked against wall after wall. Voldemort raised his wand and Harry felt a whip across his back. As he fell from Greybeck's back, the Werewolf caught him by his forearms with his huge hands holding him up. He sank his yellowed fangs into Harry's collar bone. Harry cried out in agony.
Ginny called to him as he was released and collapsed into the ground just in front of Voldemort. Harry gasped and gazed at his already blood drenched shoulder. He whimpered in pain.
He opened his eyes to see Greybeck turn his back on him and advance on Ginny once again. Feeling like he was going to pass out, and having no choice Harry looked back up at Voldemort, who red eyes were staring at his shoulder. "Ok" Harry gasped feeling a sob rise in his throat. "I'll tell you, I'LL TELL YOU THE MISSING PART OF THE PROPHECY!".
Greybeck's froze froze over Ginny, his paws fell to his side and he sneered back around at Harry.
Voldemort nodded. "I thought you might say that alright".
Harry was panting heavily, loosing a lot of blood. Through the gaps in Greybeck's legs he saw Ginny who was staring at him eyes filled with tears.
"Harry?" she called shakily. Greybeck snarled at her but then showed her his back. He stepped up to Harry, who didn't struggle as the strong arms slid under him and he was lifted to Greybeck's chest. He walked out past Voldemort who closed the cell doors, locking Ginny inside.
She limped to the bars and Voldemort stared down his nose at her.
"Harry? Please!" she sobbed.
Voldemort's tilted his head slightly and observed her quietly. "Don't hurt him anymore! If you have any heart at all, please don't". The hurt in her voice made Harry whimper more.
"I have no heart girl, especially for Muggle turn-coat filth". He hissed.
"I'm more pure blood than you!" she spat out and Harry's insides froze. He tried to lift his head from Greybeck's chest to get a look at her, but found it too much of a struggle.
"Crucio!" Ginny screamed out. It wasn't stopping and Harry sucked in a deep breath.
"Tom! I warned you!" He yelled wincing in pain as he did.
Voldemort dropped his wand and the screaming stopped. Harry was sure Ginny had slid down the bars. "Harry's soft touch for you, and that prophecy are the only reasons you are still alive Muggle loving filth. I suggest you be more careful in future". With that Voldemort turned his wand on Harry. "Crucio!".
Harry jerked wildly in Greybeck's arms who restrained him easily. It stopped after a moment and Harry gasped for breath and closed his feeling the dark cloak of uncontiousness settling over him at last.
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